( the shopkeeper freezes, eye-lights almost like pinpricks against the dark shadows. ... the warden? no- no, it couldn't be- but they never... learned of ren's fate...

he presses a hand against his 'face' as he braces the other against the counter. no, no, no... )

... If... that's the case... best put him out of his misery.

... I'm sorry, Mizuki. I think... I think I need to go lay down. But... thank you, for your insight...